I left the windows of my car cracked open
So maybe it won't smell like smoke
But I'm terrified of the memories escaping with it
From the spaces between the shitty vinyl seats
Don't leave
Don't leave me
Even though I'm as ugly as I seem
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PoetryA collection of poems about my experiences battling bipolar disorder, OCD, and addiction.
Tauntingly
I left the windows of my car cracked open
So maybe it won't smell like smoke
But I'm terrified of the memories escaping with it
From the spaces between the shitty vinyl seats
Don't leave
Don't leave me
Even though I'm as ugly as I seem